Elizabeth Ercolano Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Rome

Did ya know, back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”? Fancy that—sounds like a crap poetry book! Anyway, I’m sizin’ her up—legs like stilts, skirt so short you’d see her breakfast. “How much?” I ask, playin’ it cool. She smirks, “More than you’ve got, baldy!” Oi, cheeky cow! Made me angry that—wanted to shout, “I’m Ricky bloody Gervais, ya muppet!” But nah, kept it chill, laughin’ instead.

Lararium skeleton house of Herculaneum

But then, I get a message from one of my regulars. She’s like, “Hey, I’m in Ercolano! Let’s do a live show!” I’m like, “What? You’re here?!” Total surprise! So, I rush to get ready. I throw on my best shirt—y’know, the one that doesn’t have any stains.

Thomas Ercolano III of Chatham is engaged